Текст песни Buddy Holly (feat. Lil Gotit) - Ghostluvme

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

In the cut, could just hang myself with chains
Two bad strippers give me brain
I record it on my phone
Then I watch it with a friend, she shake her ass it never ends
'Cause I'm throwin' all these bands
But the way she suck my dick
Yeah, that bitch don't need her hands
Fuck her good, don't need a zan

Diamonds on my wrist and hands
She record them on her phone
'Cause she like the way they dance
Throw so much she leave her man
Blow a check I'm throwin' bands
'Cause the way she shake her ass
I might throw my whole advance

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) ayy

I get high like Buddy Holly
Then I crash and burn
Fucked her five times off the Molly
Now my dick won't cum
I get high like Buddy Holly
Then I crash and burn
I got codeine in my body
Now I'm feelin' warm

Now I'm feelin' warm
Take pills and I transform
Her ass is feelin' firm
I hit it fast she squirm
She pullin' tricks, she work
I hit it for some perks
I hit it while I surf
Feel like I'm off the earth

Off these perks with a bad bitch, I mix it with Molly, don't fuck with no bean
My Molly look like it's a bad bitch, is standin', it's squirmin' hits like it's clean
Things gettin' blurry, I sip in a hurry, my tolerance is just like a fiend (just like a fiend)
How could I worry off this perc blue 30, got pills in my body, say you never ask Curt

I get high like Buddy Holly
Then I crash and burn
Fucked her five times off the Molly
Now my dick won't cum
I get high like Buddy Holly
Then I crash and burn
I get high like Buddy Holly
Then I-, ayy!

Shit where I'm from this gon' stunt
These ratchets gon' blow up a blunt
Got a mazi, it costed a bun
Crushed up diamonds on my lung
Got the ball I can't fumble
These bullets gon' weaken your status
Women we pushin' this shit in the attic
Add that shit all on my gun like a gadget

You know I nut on her, boy yeah, she nasty
Gotit and Zay, got your bitch out of state, we gon' stow in the stake
Best side is said, we gon' put it they face, 'cause they know we don't play
I touch the marker before I meet Drake
Ke Ne Ne, (that's a wrap)
MIA right on the bitch, ain't no ceilin'
Mention they business, they hand 'em they be ne ne
Keep throwin' that pussy like, I just want you and me

I been gettin' gwap
Gotta trap the lines, ain't no turnin' money down
Six to the Benz nigga goin outside
Leave a nigga dead in the whip and I'm fine
I'm tripping Ricky not Ross
That bitch is returnin' that Roth
Like a Shyon that bitch got some draw
You niggas ain't turnt tho it's all

I get high like Buddy Holly
Then I crash and burn (yo)
Fucked her 5 times off the Molly
Now my dick won't cum (yo)
I get high like Buddy Holly
Then I crash and burn
I get high like Buddy Holly
Then I-, ayy!

Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, ayy!